Thursday, 8 March 2012
Someone tried to steal my bike
I was going to my evening class and the trains going into the city are generally quiet because everyone is on their way home going in the opposite direction. Because of this I sometimes don’t fold the Brompton because there is plenty of space and it saves time at the end of the journey. A quick flip of the back wheel and away I go.
The bike was parked as above and I always sit near by incase the bike falls over or I have to move it out the way of other passengers. I was sitting on an aisle seat with my back to the Brompton.
I was busy drawing in my sketch book when I caught the smell of a cigarette. I was automatically at attention because smoking is prohibited on trains .
The bike had come into a station and the doors opened. I heard a noise at the Brompton and I turned my head to see a man in a baseball cap, the smoker, trying to work out how to pick up the Brompton. For a moment I couldn’t work out what he was doing, then I saw he trying to move the bike to the open door. I just jumped up and stood in front of him and the bike and said, “What the FxxK are you doing?” By this time I was full of adrenaline. He let go of the handlebars and jumped off the train before the doors closed. I was shaking with rage after he left. He must have hoped that I was too distracted to notice what was happening or maybe he thought another passenger was the owner. But the smell of cigarette gave him away.
I will not leave my Brompton like that again. In someways it was fortunate it was not fully folded as he could have just picked it up and walked away. Likewise had it been completely open he could have just wheeled it away but I would have heard it. Bromptons, are very noisy.
I am just very grateful I caught him in time.